Apart again, and still these spiteful demons
Ply their dance upon my mind and through my heart,
With each mocking jig, and from regret,
The tears well and fall to no avail:
And we are still apart.

Adrift and isolated, we were prey
To tide and to the four winds from the start.
Though we fleeting seemed to touch and
To connect, those phantom moments passed:
And we remain, apart.